Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.